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It's been a bit of a wait, but the 9th installment of Wedding Heat has finally hit the market.

Wedding Heat: Swing Low (BDSM Menage Erotica) is a so full of fetish, BDSM, lesbian licking, bisexy anal loving and fishnets that it's almost impossible to categorize. Oh, I forgot the sex swing. Oh, and it's about swingers. Hence the name. Duh.

Before I share the blurb and an excerpt, I just want to tell you a TMI story about the publication process. If you don't like TMI, cover your ears. Or your eyes, I guess.

As I might have mentioned, my girlfriend is a grammar geek (so am I, for that matter), and she's editing the entire Wedding Heat series. I LOVE collaborating with her. We work really well together.

Anyhoo, one day I met up with her and she mentioned that she'd been working on Wedding Heat: Swing Low. As soon as I saw her (in the parking lot at her workplace), she was super touchy, affectionate, grabby, you name it. Sweet's not usually one for over PDAs, so I was kind of like, "What's going on here?" It struck me as bizarre.

Until the day I started proofreading Wedding Heat: Swing Low.

Holy Mother! I guess a long while had gone by from the time I wrote Swing Low to the time I proofread it, because I didn't remember how blazing hot it was. I mean... this is the book my girl calls "10,000 words, all sex" and that's pretty much true. But not just any old sex. There's Neil dominating his wife and his sister-in-law, who are so hot for each other all they want to do is lick each others' pussies. The girls are in fishnet bodystockings, Suki's bound in a sex swing, Denitsa's fucking her with a strap-on... *water! please!*

So, the day I was proofreading this story, my girlfriend walked through my front door and I just jumped her. I didn't even say hello. I literally grabbed her crotch and started playing with her. It wasn't even a seduction, it was more of a "We're having sex now. Hope you're okay with that."

That's the impact Wedding Heat: Swing Low had on my girl and I. I hope it works as well in your sex life!

Forget the happy couple—it’s the guests that make this wedding sizzle!

Neil and Denitsa could be called many things—swingers, fetishists, sex toy connoisseurs, BDSM aficionados—but when they attend their nephew’s wedding, their wild sex life isn’t something they share with the family. Well, that’s not entirely true. After Neil stops off en route to buy a sex swing, fishnet body stockings, a whip and a brand new strap-on, he and Denitsa are eager to invite their sister-in-law Suki to play with their new toys. It’s been years since the three of them have gone to bed together. Does Suki still swing that way?

Denitsa stood at the foot of the bed and waited. With every breath, she felt her bodystocking dig more ruthlessly into her skin. She could smell Suki’s cunt. Their mutual excitement was the perfume of nymphs.

“Stand still,” Neil instructed. He fitted a belt around Denitsa’s hips and buckled it at the back. She knew what it was by the heaviness in front of her. There were straps that went around her upper thighs too, and Neil buckled them so tight she wondered if she’d be able to move her legs.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

Denitsa gazed down at her sizeable black cock. It was big, but not too big, and in fact that surprised her. Neil so enjoyed watching her insert shockingly huge items into other women’s pussies. The dildo attached to this gorgeous leather harness appeared small for his taste.

The cat o’nine tails rested over Neil’s shoulder as he strode toward Suki’s upturned ass. Grabbing her cheeks with both hands, he spread them wide, giving Denitsa a superb view of her sweet asshole.

“I want you to fuck little sister’s ass,” Neil said before spitting into the groove of Suki’s crack. Her hole puckered as his frothy spit lingered above it.

“Is that all the lubrication she gets?” Denitsa asked. Now she understood why this dildo was smaller than the ones they had at home. Even so, the cock was large enough to cause Suki serious pain without considerable lube.

Excerpt (G)

It was morning according to her watch. Another time zone entirely according to her internal clock. Susan yawned and glanced out of the oval window. Pink clouds swam below her, a sugary contrast against the blue background of the Indian Ocean.

“Look at the islands,” Susan exclaimed. “Little clumps of green in the infinity of the water. It would make such a romantic setting for a love story.”

“The ocean’s finite,” David didn’t even look up from his breakfast tray. “The editor would scrap your story.”

“But it seems endless. Look at it.”

“Your breakfast’s getting cold. Eat. Probably the last decent meal we’ll have this month. I won’t buy you a snack later just because you prefer to watch the scenery now.”

“David.... This trip was meant to make things better.”

“Here we go again. I suppose you’re about to threaten divorce?”

“David, please. We’re fighting.”

“You are fighting. I’m eating.” No emotion in David’s face. None. A mask of ice.

“Is it the money? Look, we’ve paid for the tickets already. We may as well enjoy the holiday.”

“It’s not the money.”

“Then, what’s wrong?” Susan leaned closer. She thought it might help to touch David’s hand. But she didn’t want to. Not now.

“Nothing.” Was it her imagination or did David move away a fraction? “Let’s not talk. Talking always makes things worse.”

Susan moved her eyelids rapidly, up and down, up and down. An insensitive husband. Not enough money to repair the fridge, let alone go on this vacation. Not enough time to follow a dream. How did it happen, she pondered, chewing her first Oriental meal. We used to be happy.

And then we got married.

She looked out the window again. An orange ribbon of a river, a dark jungle. So different from the tedious housework, the lackluster job, the overdrawn bank account. David was still here, of course, but she could ignore David. She would not let him spoil Thailand.
To buy LOVE, RECYCLED

It’s the perfect plan…until the ties that bind
reach into their hearts.

Garret James doesn’t
need a woman tying him down. Not when the number of buckle bunny notches on his
belt—and his position in the pro bull rider standing—are both on the rise. Just
when he learns he’s this close to blowing out his bad shoulder, Silver Jordan
roars into his life, long, leather-clad legs straddling her Harley. Hell, he
might not mind being tied to one woman, if that one woman was her. There's one
problem—she’s his friend’s sister. But once their eyes lock, resistance is
futile.

Then Silver offers him
a smoking-hot deal. He gets the hottest sex of his life and access to her
health insurance for his career-saving surgery—all wrapped up in a marriage of
convenience. In exchange, she gets her parents off her back about her
reluctance to follow their marriage-and-kids roadmap.

For a while, dodging
questions and hiding their arrangement is easy. But in private, they battle
emotions between them they never expected to grow. After all, the marriage is
only temporary…isn’t it?

“Yup. Come on in.” Skeeter jumped up from the bed and actually wet his
hand with his tongue and ran it over his hair. Garret shook his head and waited
for the door to open to see what, or rather who, had Skeeter acting like this.

He didn’t have long to wait. Aaron and—holy crap—his hot-as-hell sister
were in the doorway the next moment and Garret understood why the Aussies had
run off the road when they got a look at her. If she looked this hot standing
in a cheap hotel room, he could only imagine what she looked like straddling a
Harley. Her thighs spread wide. The powerful machine between them.

Garret glanced at Skeeter to make sure the kid wasn’t watching his
reaction since he was pretty sure his jaw had dropped when he saw her. He
needn’t have worried because Skeeter only had eyes for her.

From the top of her head to the tips of her black biker boots, this
chick was so not what Garret had expected. Her short dark hair, cut to frame
her heart-shaped face, was tousled and messy, likely from the helmet. It made
her appear as if she’d just rolled out of bed, but in a sexy rather than sleepy
way. Then there were the black leather pants that stretched across her wide
hips while pinching in at her tiny waist. He mentally willed her to turn around
because he was sure the back view of her ass in those snug pants would be even
better than the front view.

Aaron brought her a step farther into the room. He glanced at his
sister, not that Garret could see any resemblance between this babe and dorky
Aaron, but whatever. “This is Garret and Skeeter.” Aaron pointed to each in
turn. “And this is my sister S—”

“Silver.” She didn’t let Aaron finish. Rather, she took a step forward
and extended her hand to Skeeter.

When she could finally get her hand back from Skeeter, who pumped it
happily while grinning, she stepped to Garret. Silver had a good firm grasp to
go along with her other firm assets, both front and back—but they were all
attached to a fellow rider’s sister. He had to keep that in mind.

Garret stoically kept his gaze off her leather-clad legs and her
cleavage peeking out of the top of her shirt and instead noticed her
violet-blue eyes, the color so unbelievably intense he frowned. “Are those
colored contact lenses?”

“Uh, no. All mine, just like his.” She laughed and hooked a thumb in
Aaron’s direction.

“Oh. Yeah. Um, nice to meet you.” Crap. A girl’s eyes could be his
downfall, even without the rest of the package being so enticing. Garret
glanced over and saw Aaron frowning at him, and noticed he did have almost the
same color eyes. Funny Garrett had never noticed that before, or how angry
Aaron could look when his dark brows pulled down low and unhappily over his
eyes. Shit, time to change the subject. “Uh, so we all going out now or what?”

Aaron screwed up his mouth. “Maybe. And maybe Silver and I will just
hang here. Maybe she’s tired.”

“I’m not tired. I’m up for anything.”

“Great.” Skeeter stepped forward, looking excited at the prospect.
“Where are we going?”

Now that Skeeter had a fake ID so he could get into bars that required
proof of twenty-one or over, he was always up for a night out. But Garret had a
feeling it wasn’t the prospect of going out that had Skeeter excited tonight.
It was definitely Silver. The kid hadn’t taken his eyes off her or stopped
smiling since she’d arrived in the room. If Skeeter had been a puppy, his tail
would be wagging.

Aaron raised a brow. “Don’t get too excited. Choices around here are
pretty slim. It’ll probably be an early night.”

Garret wasn’t sure if the warning tone in Aaron’s voice was for him or
Skeeter, or both.

“We’ll find somewhere, I’m sure. I’m just gonna go change. Be right
back.” Silver turned, waltzing that heart-shaped ass through the door between
their bedrooms.

When she disappeared from view, Garret could finally wrestle his focus
back, though the memory of those rounded leather-clad globes of hers remained.
He realized the room had gone very quiet. He glanced at Skeeter and found him
looking dazed. Then he dared a look at Aaron and found his face screwed up into
a scowl.

“I’ll go get my keys.” With one more unhappy-looking glance sent in
their direction, Aaron turned and went back to his room, slamming the
connecting door shut behind him.

“Told ya sisters are off limits.” Garret looked at Skeeter.

“He’ll get over it.” Skeeter shrugged and turned toward his duffle bag.
“Maybe I should change clothes before we go out.”

Garret shook his head at Skeeter, knowing exactly
why he was reconsidering what he was wearing. That reason was currently in the
next room peeling leather off her hot little body.

Reviews:

"Smart, sassy and intensely sexy, this fifth
installment in the Studs in Spurs series is unbridled entertainment from start
to finish." RT Book Reviews,
4 Stars

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"Readers will be inspired to find the first four books
in the series." Library Journal Reviews
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"a smoking hot book that I couldn't put down" A Night Owl ReviewsTop Pick

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"plenty of
hot action and amazing chemistry" The Book Reading Gals, Rated: A

Lulu was sent to spy on the competition so she could find out the secret of their success. Her search turns up Hotsuma, a man bound to water so he can use his power to bring good luck to those who imprisoned him.

Working to set him free ignites a passion in Lulu only Hotsuma can quench, but they can't afford to let sex, no matter how good, distract them. Hotsuma's captors aren't about to let Lulu leave with their property, and they're willing to use deadly force to stop her. They'll need more than luck for their new love to survive.

"That's sweet, but we still don't know why I'm the woman who can set you free. And speaking of which, let's get to it. Masato is getting serious. We need to get you out of that room before he brings in the priest."

"Duck down."

Lulu took a breath and slipped below the water. She felt the shift this time when Hotsuma moved her from the hot springs to the pool room. She needed to ask how he could do that. Then again, it didn't really matter. She was just happy he could. It saved her from trying to sneak down the hidden hallway.

She surfaced in the middle of the pool and looked around. Nothing had changed. Masato might suspect something, but he hadn't done more than summon a priest. She hoped that was all he did.

"Are you ready?" Hotsuma hugged her waist, bringing her ass up against his arousal.

"You certainly are." She giggled when he kissed her neck.

"The ladies in the hot spring were very… invigorating."

"You could act a little embarrassed."

"I could but I would be lying. Just like I would be lying if I said I only wanted you here to break the wards." He slipped one hand down her stomach and between her lower lips.

The feel of his fingers passing over her clit made Lulu bite her lip to keep from moaning. She let her head fall back onto Hotsuma's shoulder. "We haven't started yet."

"You haven't started yet. I see no reason to wait."

"Hotsuma, the barrier." Her feeble attempt at arguing lost to the pleasure spreading through her body.

Water pushed at her breasts as Hotsuma guided her to the edge of the pool. "There." He strummed her clit.

"Oh, yes. Right there."

"I meant the ward, Lulu."

She touched the edge of the pool and barely registered the shock of the ward breaking. Hotsuma rewarded her by moving his fingers faster. She rocked her hips against his touch, which also rubbed her ass cheeks over his hard dick.

"So good," he whispered as he slid his fingers lower and dipped two into her hole. "So tight."

Her breath came out in huffs. His fingers rubbed her inside, bringing her close to an orgasm. Was it the spell's side effects making her this hot or Hotsuma? He massaged one of her breasts with his free hand and she stopped caring.

What's better than a hot cowboy? Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you'll get in RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!

A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!

The series will be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way!

Happy Reading!

This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!

Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.

When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.

Excerpt:

Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.

“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.

She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.

Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.

Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.

She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.

“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”

Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.

His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.

She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.

Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.

She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.

Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.

The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.

“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.

Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?

The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”

A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”

The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.

“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”

Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”

Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.

“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.

Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”

Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”

The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.

The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.

As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.

Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.

She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”

Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.

Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.

“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.

The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.

She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.

“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”

Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.

“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”

“Huh.”

She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.

She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.

“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”

He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?

“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”

She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”

Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”

Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.

She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”

Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.

So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”

The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.

They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.

Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.

She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”

“Rule?”

He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”

It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.

“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”

“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”

Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.

She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.

Blurb - Rachel Masters has had a crush on her sexy boss for three years. As far as she knows the millionaire architect is oblivious to her, walking past her desk every morning with barely a nod in her direction. But when the power goes out and they're trapped in an elevator, the truth comes out in one steamy episode designed to take Rachel's mind off being claustrophobic.

James White doesn't have a crush on his receptionist. He wants her, it's as simple as that. He senses there's a real beauty hidden beneath the granny glasses and professional suites. And he plans to find out how hot she is as soon as the chance presents itself.

His breath was warm against her face. Rachel swallowed. “I can overcome it most of the time, if I think of something else. But knowing that I can’t get out right this minute is the problem. I can’t breathe.”

“Yes you can. Just breathe in deep through your nose and release it slowly through your mouth.” He pulled the glasses off her face and tossed them away. “You’re tense. Try to relax.” His strong hands began to massage Rachel’s shoulders.

She closed her eyes and tried to do what he suggested, then shook her head no and said fiercely, “I can’t breathe. There’s no air.”

“Think of something else.”

She felt his hands move from her shoulders to the buttons at her blazer. She could tell he was unbuttoning it, and the next thing Rachel knew he was slipping it off her shoulders.

“It might help loosening up some of your clothing.”

Rachel felt a scorching blast of heat envelop her when James’ hands began to pull her silk blouse out of the waistband of her skirt. When his knuckles brushed her skin at the top of her blouse, she realized he was undoing more buttons at her breast. Her eyes bolted open, and her hands encircled his wrists. His movements stopped.

“What are you doing Mr. White?” she whispered.

“Helping you, I thought.” There was amusement swimming in his eyes.

“By undressing me?” Under normal circumstances she would be thrilled but she was still stressed over her situation.

“You can relax, Miss Masters. Your virtue is safe with me.”

“I’m not a virgin.” Why had she said that? Rachel wanted the floor to open up and swallow her.

His soft laughter filled the elevator. “Well in that case, maybe you’re not safe with me.” He nudged her hands away and continued what he was doing. His gaze followed his hands while he unbuttoned her blouse, and when he was done he raised his eyes to hers.

She detected a slight difference in his breathing, and his features hardened with what she wanted to believe was growing desire.

BlurbRachel Masters has had a crush on her sexy boss for three years. As far as she knows the millionaire architect is oblivious to her, walking past her desk every morning with barely a nod in her direction. But when the power goes out and they're trapped in an elevator, the truth comes out in one steamy episode designed to take Rachel's mind off being claustrophobic.James White doesn't have a crush on his receptionist. He wants her, its as simple as that. He senses there's a real beauty hidden beneath the granny glasses and professional suites. And he plans to find out how hot she is as soon as the chance presents itself.